I need more than I know how to get.
I'm poisoning myself to feel anything at all.
And mama, you were right,
You weren't having a girl,
But Great-Grandma wasn't right either.
Mama, I'm not your daughter,
And I guess I'm not your son either,
But I'm only meeting you now anyways
So what does who I am matter?
Mama, this world wasn't built for me,
Mama, I've been hurt,
More times than I can count,
Mama, I can't wash away
Your handprint from my face.
Mama, my life's a mess
And all you see is the shame
Mama, I don't know what to do
And I know you never did either
How did you survive?
Are we so different after all?